improv situation

So it is noticeable that my blogging frequency has taken a nose-dive in the past two months. I refuse to say that my life has become busier. Even more, I dismiss any usage of aphoristic cliche as my excuse, like, I've just had my plate full. I was never meant to finish everything on it anyway, at least not by myself.

What I will say is this. My life is now something completely different. When I got married, this was the case. (To my single brothers: married life is not single life + a roommate who happens to be a girl.) It wasn't that my plate got piled on with more of the same; it was instead a whole new etiquette, a whole new menu, and the table was certainly larger.

But now, not only am I married (and happily so for 1 year and five months), I am now a foster parent to three teenaged children. Just to tell you about them would require another whole season of blogging. Maybe I will just do that. So the table has become quite a bit bigger and more multicultural. Now we have Chinese, Korean, and Vietnamese being spoken in the house.

And all of this just happened so quickly. Which reminds me of what a professor mine told me when I broke the news to him. He said that Christians need to know how to improvise. We know the script (the Word), and we've done some rehearsing, but when something unexpected happens, how do we respond?

Who knows. Maybe when you're done reading this post, something or someone may come your way, your chance to entertain angels/angles.